spider and butterfly
The train wakes the rails as we
lay in bed unafraid of the morning.
your love aches and we listen
to the silence break with the shaking
windows of hobos singing out
from the frozen backs of
railroad cars-
"what town is this?"
and you whisper to me, "your love
travels on the notes of their screams."
I turn away as a spider enamors
the colorful blur of a butterfly's wings in the
corner of your bedroom ceiling.
"CHICO!",
a student cries out from the street-
your eyes weeping even as you smile,
turning toward me from inside the sheets.
i ache for your love and punish your skin.
will you ever forgive me?
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